I thought this deserved a post of its own!

For those who need some background information, Abrams’s A Glossary of Literary Terms (7th ed.) says that a “mixed metaphor conjoins two or more obviously diverse metaphorical vehicles. When used inadvertently, without sensitivity to the possible incongruity of the vehicles, the effect can be ludicrous” (98; author’s emphasis).

And that concludes our Sensitivity to the Nuances in Language lessons for today. Lim Swee Say’s sweesayisms, unfortunately, are in a class of their own, and will have to be discussed another day.

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Anyone else remember this commercial from our youth? I used to sing along to it whenever it came on.

People too old for this commercial to have been screened during their youth are still welcome to reminisce about the good ol’ days.

People too young for this commercial – make whale sounds.

Join me in exploring our cetacean heritage.

BONUS: this joke.

…are we now, Mr Stark?

(For the more illiterate among us, this is a scene from Ian McKellen’s Richard III where Robert Downey Jr plays Lord Rivers.)

Well, I don’t know if the recipe really is the best in the world, but I’ve been using it (with modifications) for a couple of Sundays now, and it seems to work alright.

No pictures, unfortunately, but you may, if you wish, check out these awesome Japanese pancakes when you have the time.

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It was a good choice. I liked the:

• Calzone with Mushrooms,
• Bellini (some Italian soda concoction),
• Marscapone Tiramisu.

For your info, the food was 3.5/5 quality. Having said that, the prices match the quality of the food so don’t go there expecting to be blown away.

What impressed me most (hence a blog post dedicated to it) was the service (obviously) – the staff members were friendly without being familiar; respectful without being obsequious; helpful without being intrusive.

Go there, now.

A Big-Ass Message, of which the content never rang more true.

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What they want/why they are searching for me.

And why they don’t just say hi.

I feel an immense sense of guilt every time I kill a cockroach. That’s because I don’t like the idea of killing another living being.

But with cockroaches, I decided a long time ago that:

• even though these buggers have been around a long, long year,
• and will continue to be around for many a long year to come,

between me and them, I’ll be damned if I let them win while I’m still alive.

Damn you, cockroaches. Damn you, he thought to himself as he imagined himself shaking his fist in a display of defiance at arthropods that were lurking around, somewhere.